Why I Ain’t Ever Visiting Mexico

I used to work as a housekeeper in a nursing home and one day at lunch, our department got into a conversation about paranormal experiences that each of us had had. There were, surprisingly, quite a few.

One story told by my friend from Mexico stood out to me in particular. I was on edge the entire night after she told us her story.

She is in her 50’s now, but back when she was in her twenties, she was visiting her mom in Mexico, and in her mom’s house, my friend and her siblings had always had odd experiences. They would hear the sound of a woman sobbing in the back yard at night, but there would be no one out there, along with other creepy little things.

Anyway, this one particular time my friend was at her mother’s home, she was staying in one of the spare rooms. During the night, my friend woke up to the feeling of something, like a person, crawling on top her blankets. She said she held super still, and whatever IT was, crawled all the way up her body and she felt something sniffing her face. There wasn’t anything there, at least that was visible.

The next morning she told her family what happened, but of course, no one believed her.

A few weeks later, her brother stayed in that same room and something similar happened to him.

She told me this almost 3 years ago, but I still get freaked out just thinking about it.¬†She said she won’t stay the night at her mom’s house anymore, and I really don’t blame her.

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